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It was never part of the plan.
When I walk I feel more at home.
No time for long conversations.
No time for uncomfortable silence.
Just pain in the heart.
That my walking has never cured.

I stutter in large groups.
All eyes upon me.
Feeling like worn out news.
Cheap cloth on an unruly man.
Hiding my master ruse.
I attempt to deliver.
Something sinister.
This was never the plan.

My past wavers in the fall.
No shame or leaves to rake.
Won't do much if I can.
Steadying my stand.

Dusting the webs of my memories.
Guilt like a good book that I can't put down.
Hiding behind the pew.
Avoiding the laying of hands.
They look dirty.
Someone help me.
The looks are killing me.

My Sunday starts out as planned.
I love you and that is that.
I might not know you.
Or reach out and touch you.
But here you are.
Walking in my mind.
Without you i would not be here.
I might be lost in disparity.
Naked for the world to see.
Humble as I can be.
This is why we work.

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This is why we work.

Contributed by lostrelic on Sunday, 5th October 2014 @ 10:52:17 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

I stumble when I stand.
It was never part of the plan.
When I walk I feel more at home.
No time for long conversations.
No time for uncomfortable silence.
Just pain in the heart.
That my walking has never cured.

I stutter in large groups.
All eyes upon me.
Feeling like worn out news.
Cheap cloth on an unruly man.
Hiding my master ruse.
I attempt to deliver.
Something sinister.
This was never the plan.

My past wavers in the fall.
No shame or leaves to rake.
Won't do much if I can.
Steadying my stand.

Dusting the webs of my memories.
Guilt like a good book that I can't put down.
Hiding behind the pew.
Avoiding the laying of hands.
They look dirty.
Someone help me.
The looks are killing me.

My Sunday starts out as planned.
I love you and that is that.
I might not know you.
Or reach out and touch you.
But here you are.
Walking in my mind.
Without you i would not be here.
I might be lost in disparity.
Naked for the world to see.
Humble as I can be.
This is why we work.

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2014-10-05 10:52:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: This is why we work. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 5th October 2014 @ 12:13:56 PM AEST
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i believe the world we share as poets is a special place within,
this poem shows that through words we are a creative collective:)

hugs n' love nessa

Re: This is why we work. (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 5th October 2014 @ 01:08:22 PM AEST
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A deep share you have here...I found myself chewing over several key lines. I think poets, writers, are a special lot of people. We are very in tune with our emotions, and even society as a whole. Of course, that is our main problem! The feelings never end, but when we put it to paper we connect with others in a unique way. We influence others' and change the way society functions. Unfortunately, the side effect is we are usually oblivious to our role. I'm willing to bet you are held in higher regard than you allow yourself to accept. Keep being you and letting yourself shine through.

~Scorp

Re: This is why we work. (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Monday, 6th October 2014 @ 11:20:44 AM AEST
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i like this that no matter what life throw our way. we still are able to stand,even when it hurt to do so.very well written.

Re: This is why we work. (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Tuesday, 7th October 2014 @ 06:11:06 AM AEST
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I'm glad I read this. As noted you have some intriguing lines and the flow and format, while good, need some polishing. If I didn't think you have a natural gift in need of nurturing, I wouldn't offer critical advice. I would just say,"Wow...great...really cool". Please don' take umbrage. I welcome advice as it makes me a better poet and keeps me humble, which I always need to work on, mainly because I'm so darn good at everything. (Last line a joke..couldn't help it)

Invierno

Re: This is why we work. (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Tuesday, 7th October 2014 @ 09:24:55 AM AEST
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Hi there

Well here you have 4 poets I know well all have good advise in there own way. Nessa Scorp Richard and Invierno. I agree with them. Listen to what they have to say my friend. As for you poem I enjoyed reading it. I won't elaborate this time round for all is said that should be said. However I did read more into what is on plain paper. God bless

Greetings
Rus

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